By Christopher

Children should be seen and not heard

Lest my secrets, icons, flattery, be revealed

I'm grown so tall and heavy; magpie bird

My land, house, car, partner, wealth, future sealed

Fantasy is my island, I am buried in my screen

Earth scoured; trees, crops, animals, coal, gas and oil

My weapons of war annihilate; desolation, my dream

With Las Vegas riches, comfort; watch all other's toil

Let me ring those bells; the angels get their wings

Messages fly through the ether; spread across our lands

A Wonderful Life, Auld Lang Syne, this whole planet sings

Our children, now they're seen and heard; holding hands

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